Green Socks

I have stuck around town the entire month of May which has been good because there was a shit load to do here and I mean that quite literally – read on.  I got settled into my new house despite out of the ordinary hassles such as my front door not working nor my garage door therefore the only way in was through the gate to the dirt backyard to the back door.  Once the doors were fixed it was smooth sailing until the basement flooded with black-water, aka, sewage.  Luckily the damage was relegated to the utility room of which I hadn’t stored anything and the guest bedroom, which had one box in it.   The builder found a broken piece of pipe inside my pipes.  It must have gotten in there during construction. 

Work has been fabulous in terms of current and new business keeping us busy.  The problem has been with lots of personal issues going on with my employees.  Big stuff like death in the family (two of my peeps had this) and near death.  Yuck.  I think we are finally through the worst of it and can see the light at the end of the tunnel, although the tunnel is long. 

I don’t write about dating, but I may or may not have been having fun in that department despite having broken off a casual relationship a few weeks ago.  It was inevitable since I was just having fun and she was ready for more than just fun. Speaking of fun, that band Fun is really good.  Check them out.  Back on track - the only lingering effect of that breakup was that I found some green socks in the family room and assumed they belonged to one of my boys.  I asked them whose socks they were and of course both said they weren’t theirs and now we have a big mystery as to how green socks got in my house.  

I don’t talk to the boys about my alleged dating life so the green socks are quite interesting to them.  I told them they must be the movers but they aren’t buying it.  So then I suggested it was from a leprechaun but they pointed out that is impossible because it is May, not March.   Big Tom had come by with his kids a few days earlier so I speculated that they were Tom’s.  They boys claim they have never seen him wearing green socks.  I reminded them Tom is really weird and also a Celtics fan and that maybe he wears green socks under his other socks.  The boys haven’t ruled this possibility out yet, so we are sticking with it for now.

They asked why Tom would leave his green socks here.  I said maybe he had to leave in a hurry and forgot his green socks.  They asked why he had to leave in a hurry and forgot his green socks (kids always repeat the details)?

I said, “Maybe he was upset about something.” 

“What was he upset about?” 

“Um, because the Celtics lost that night and their season is about to end?” 

“So he was sad because he wanted to keep watching the Celtics?”

“Yeah, and even though I think the Celtics are fun to watch, I wasn’t going to start liking them any more than I do now.  I like to watch a lot of other teams too.   So he wasn’t happy with me either.“

“He was mad at you for not liking the Celtics?”

“Not really mad.  His feelings were a little hurt.  He will be fine though.”

“So he left his green socks here because he was sad.”

“Yes, I guess so.  It’s okay though, people are allowed to be sad.  I’m sure he’s over it already.”

“We should give him his socks back.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if that is a good idea, boys.”

“Why not?”  Drew picked up the socks and said they look like girls socks. 

“Who wants ice cream!!!!!?”




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